FOR KATY

There's a big ginger cat in the garden,

But he doesn't belong to us.

We don't know how he gets here.

Does he walk – or take a bus?

We see him nearly every day,

He likes to climb our tree.

He doesn't seem too hungry,

Though he likes some milk at three.

He's quite a little character,

And often says: “Hello”.

So we just sit and chat to him,

And hate to see him go.

But, although it's sad to see him leave,
It's only a fleeting sorrow.
Because we know, very well,
He'll be back again tomorrow!

Ffion